SMNTCERR, Special Chapter 4: Exception #4. 

   Sangwoo stood up to clean up the leftover food. When he saw the glass of carrot juice that Jaeyoung had touched and left, he felt even more hurt. He pretended not to know that the other party didn’t want to drink it, and he knew that if he didn’t keep an eye on it, Jaeyoung wouldn’t drink it. Because of that, although he wanted to give up, the desire to improve Jaeyoung’s dry eye condition was too much.

   Sangwoo covered the glass with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator. Then he went to the sink to deal with the remaining dishes. He continued by cleaning the living room, and after that, his mind felt a little calmer. He leaned against the door of Jaeyoung’s room and thought about whether he should clean it well or give up his determination. No matter how effectively Sangwoo could sweep, the room would still take at least three hours.

   Sangwoo quickly took a shower before returning to his own room and transferred the photo files from the camera to his computer for storage. The photo he liked the most was when they were at the lake. Jaeyoung was showing off a huge water bubble that he blew, and he took a perfect shot when it burst. Sangwoo set that photo as his desktop background and scrolled through the other photos. There was a photo of Jaeyoung smiling with a wooden stick in his mouth, a photo of him playing on the phone on the Gethost House bed, and a photo of him asleep with the morning sun shining through the screen in sequence.

   Sangwoo suddenly became scared, wondering how it would be if one day Jaeyoung told him to break up. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t change the other person’s mind, and what would he have to do then? When he thought about the suffering that was equal to the happiness he had experienced during this time, his body trembled instantly.

   ‘To prevent such a situation, the power must be cut off at the root.’ 

   Sangwoo made a definite decision that if it was a sprout that could grow into a breakup, no matter how small, he wouldn’t let it grow. Then he picked up his phone and checked the green sprout that had just sprouted again. Even though he could barely withstand about ten most recent messages, the remaining messages no longer affected his emotions as before.

   [♥Jang Jaeyoung♥: Right now, I’m about to go home and get fried chicken _4 days ago.] 

   [♥Jang Jaeyoung♥: What are you wearing now? _4 days ago.] 

   After throwing accuracy away, he considered it a strategy to act nonchalant.

   [♥Jang Jaeyoung♥: Why don’t you answer the phone????????? _1 month ago.] 

   [♥Jang Jaeyoung♥: Who are you talking to??? If you don’t answer within 1 minute, we’re done. _1 month ago.] 

   Using excessive punctuation is the least efficient way in terms of effectiveness, but it seems to be a way to emphasize emotions and feelings.

   [♥Jang Jaeyoung♥: Why are you like this? _2 months ago.] 

   Overall, even though he didn’t like the format of the text, he enjoyed the content.

   ‘He has always been like this, isn’t it?’ 

   Jang Jaeyoung wasn’t good from the beginning. Red clothes, odd gestures, and vulgar ways of speaking, he disliked them all. However, after coming to love the inner self the most in the world, even the disliked format became less annoying.

   ‘In the end, it’s not a big deal.’ 

   He felt sorry for making the person he loved a little bit sad, no matter how much he tried to console them. Sangwoo picked up the phone and sent a message to the other party. Then he took out the bookmark with 243 pages from the library and put it in the recycle box. He pulled out all the notes attached to the paper before checking his phone and finding a message.

   [♥Jang Jaeyoung♥: I love you/♡/. I miss you/♡♡♡/. _22:02.] 

   Anyway, it seemed like his boyfriend had calmed down. Sangwoo prepared to go outside, looked at the window with a nervous and expectant heart, waited for thirty-two minutes, and the familiar car appeared in his sight. He went straight to open the door and ran out.

   Sangwoo got on the elevator and ran without consciousness. Coincidentally, as Jaeyoung’s car pulled into the parking spot, he wanted to see the other party as soon as possible, but the tinted windows made it hard to see inside, and soon the car parked in the empty space, and then the driver’s side door opened.

   When Sangwoo first saw the man, he wondered, but when he got into the driver’s seat, he understood the situation immediately. Jaeyoung had flushed cheeks, and there was an alcohol smell in the car.

   “Are you drunk?”

   “Uh.”

   “With who?”

   “Daehyun and Jinjoo.”

   Sangwoo paused, looking at Kim Daehyun, aged 27, a high school friend of Jang Jaeyoung, currently a owner of a spicy stir-fried squid stall, and Lee Jijoo, aged 29, a company employee. Both of them were in a loving relationship, so they were not dangerous to Jaeyoung.

   After the conversation ended, an awkward atmosphere filled the air. Previously, they would argue and fight with each other, but since they officially started dating, this was the first time they fought with painful feelings. Sangwoo felt heartbroken that their once perfect relationship had been destroyed, but he learned from books that this was normal.

   “It is said that conflicts are evidence of good health.”

   Jaeyoung just looked out the window without saying anything. Sangwoo continued to speak.

   “It seems strange to not fight at all.”

   Jaeyoung chuckled lightly, so Sangwoo gained some courage.

   “The only three things I asked for when we started dating, that’s all. You are still doing well in all of them, so it’s okay.”

   Jaeyoung contacted him too often, becoming a problem. He never raised his voice and helped with English tutoring honestly three times a week.

   “What about the remaining thirty-three rules?”

   “Those are additional rules for living, and can be adjusted. I don’t want you to be stressed, it’s better to let them go than to hate me because you feel controlled.”

   “….”

   “I didn’t plan on dating you for just two years. If we want to be together for a long time, we have to take it easy. You may not know due to being in a relationship for a few weeks or months, but it’s said that even if we are very passionate from the beginning, we won’t last long.”

   “Who said that?”

   “How to Marry Your First Love Volume 2, page 148.”

   “….”

   Sangwoo stayed quiet for a moment, organizing his thoughts before speaking calmly.

   “So, we don’t have to do anything unnecessary. Just loving each other is enough. I know you smoke, so if you want to smoke, you can. If you’re tired, you don’t have to prepare breakfast. I eat cereal every morning, it’s fine. The spacing in the text doesn’t matter. It’s just my own greediness, it’s that kind of exception, handling [2], and it’s okay.”

   He couldn’t send an error message [3] every day because of such trivial matters. Sangwoo was a developer who knew the importance of prioritizing.

   “Exception? Handling?”

   “Even if you break the rules, there is a way to return a value without causing errors in the program.”

   “How?”

   “For example, when an exception occurs in a method in Java [4], you use the try-catch command… mmmh.”

   He was about to continue speaking but his mouth was shut. Jaeyoung, who didn’t know what was happening, approached and pressed his lips against him. His breath smelled of alcohol mixed with cigarettes. Jaeyoung simply closed his eyes and kissed without consciousness. He didn’t know if he had heard what he said. Sangwoo struggled to push the person in front of him away.

   “I’m trying to… talk… uh, mmmmh.”

   But Sangwoo continued to resist. As soon as he slightly opened his mouth, Jaeyoung’s hot tongue immediately intruded. Although it didn’t seem like he was very drunk, his hand that touched his neck felt warm. Jaeyoung forcefully pulled Sangwoo closer. Sangwoo gave in and hugged him back, feeling a dizzy intoxication.

   At that moment, he crossed over to the driver’s side, squeezing his body into the narrow space and settling himself on Sangwoo’s lap. Sangwoo removed his lips and grabbed the hand that was unbuttoning his pants.

   “Do you not think that attempting to resolve emotional conflicts through physical intimacy is a problem?”

   “Not at all.”

   Before Sangwoo could bury his lips on Jaeyoung’s neck, he pulled his shirt up and gently sucked his flesh into his mouth. Sangwoo struggled to open his mouth before losing himself.

   “Rules 32 and 33….”

   “Forget about them.”

   “What do you mean?”

   Jaeyoung raised his eyebrow and stared at Sangwoo, his gaze cold and dangerous.

   “Don’t I want to love you? I do love you, and there’s no need to designate the place or time for our love.”

   Sangwoo had a premonition that he would give in to the other party today, but he still responded quietly.

   “But you have to go to work tomorrow. And it’s a rule we agreed upon after switching seats, isn’t it?”

   “So what? I don’t care.”

   “I understand. Move over there first.”

   Sangwoo pushed Jaeyoung’s chest away, but the other party responded by pressing his body closer, leaving no room for retreat. “Go sit over there. I’ll use my mouth.”

   The words ended with a grumble. Jaeyoung immediately looked shocked.

   This was the first time Sangwoo had tried it again after tearing his mouth three months ago without fear. Sangwoo had practiced with a banana several times, but when he tried it for real, the size and slope were completely different, making the practice useless. However, when Jaeyoung wanted to do it, it meant the situation had changed and there was only one way to end it.

   Jaeyoung moved again and sat calmly in the seat next to the driver. Sangwoo crossed over to that side and pulled down Jaeyoung’s light gray jeans, exposing the wet front of his underwear in the darkness. He took a deep breath and pulled down the thin fabric of the underwear, revealing a large male organ laying on his abdomen.

   ‘Why does it look bigger today?’ 

   Sangwoo positioned himself on his knees between Jaeyoung’s legs, placing his elbows on both sides of the other’s knees, and took a deep breath, slightly looking up. Jaeyoung stared at Sangwoo’s head with half-closed eyes, and the touch was not gentle and tender.

   “Just once and then we can go back to the room-… mmmhgrrr!”

   Because Jaeyoung pressed the back of Sangwoo’s head, Jaeyoung’s hard cock entered his open mouth.

   ‘Today is high-speed train mode.’ 

   Sometimes Jaeyoung becomes aroused with a special sexual desire. In such moments, the other person becomes quieter and the actions become rougher and more violent. In addition, there are modes such as gentle boyfriend mode, sports lover mode that focuses on sex, actor mode, AV mode, vulgar and rude talk mode, innocent and curious child mode, and lazy mode where Sangwoo does everything and Jaeyoung just lays there giving instructions. Sometimes, Sangwoo feels like he is dating multiple people. Not just one person.

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[1]      In Korea, there is a service that provides a driver when one is drunk or unable to drive. 

[2]      Exception Handling, dealing with errors. 

[3]      Error Message, a window or text that alerts the user about an error that occurs in a program. In this context, Sangwoo compares it to having to send a message to correct a sentence to Jaeyoung. 

[4]      Java programming language, “Java.” Divides the errors that may occur while running a program into two categories: Error, an error that cannot be fixed or handled, and Exception, an error that can be fixed or handled using the Try-Catch method, which is a command used to handle abnormalities. 

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